Deprevation

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I understand (because it’s bigger than guns, and race, and money, and oil) July 14, 2016

Filed under: What it is — nomisyar @ 04:21

Tears falling
down my
rock cold
face.
pulse,
deafening.

there
goes another one.

my brother.
my fam.
next time, maybe,
me?
foolish old man,

Shut-Up!

you don’t get
to tell me
what.
you don’t get to tell me
who.

who the
fuck are you?

you’re old,
but you never learned a damn thing.

my dog
has more sense than
you.
He doesn’t shit
where he lives.

you rape this earth
that gives us life.

our Mother.

chasing paper dreams
and the artificial.

you killed
and raped
those who loved her.
those who served her.

do you read?
do you remember?
did you forget?

I didn’t forget
I can’t. forget
I will never forget.

Thousands of tortured souls,
asleep,

at the bottom
of the sea:

upon Wounded Knee

in the Dreamtime of the aborigine

and the lost Arawaks,
in the Caribbean.

spirit mothers and fathers
to my brothers
& sisters,
and
to me.

these
were the lucky ones.
Yo!
step off
and
get out of my face.

seriously,
Move clown,
and get out
of my way.

I don’t want any part
of your rape
I don’t want any part
of your hate

on humanity.

I don’t want any part, of
the lie
perpetrated since
Eve,
and Adam
entered the shade
of that tree.

There is enough:
love
There is enough
food.
I know
what life
means

I know the Mother,

you,
you’re just a motherfucker.

 

 

 

 

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